Target Acquired

Makoto stared at the next set of stairs, took a deep breath, and steeled herself. Without her sandles, her footsteps were much quieter. She was mindful of where she stepped, not wanting to risk anything else happening to her. She arrived at the top of the stairs without an issue.

Cautiously, she peaked both ways down the hallway, but she was still unable to see more than a few feet in front of her face. With another breath, she hurried down the hallway, rushing to get to the Student Council room. Her heart nearly soared when the doors slid open for her without issue. She rushed over to the table appointed to her as the Student Council President, dropped her shoes on top, and proceeded to shove her hand underneath it, hungrily searching for her key. After a few moments, she felt it, taped to the underside. She ripped it off without hesitation. When she had it out, she stared at it like it were a winning lottery ticket.

She let out a sigh of relief. "Maybe my luck is finally turning itself around." Now, all she had to do was fix her sandals and get something to wear from the lost and found, then she could go home. Easy enough, right?

Her eyes drifted to her abandoned footwear. "Okay, maybe not so easy," Makoto said. Now that she took a moment to give her sandals a good look, she could tell they were unsalvageable. "Well... maybe someone lost some shoes?" Probably not, but it wasn't the end of the world. Now, some more clothes on the hand... Her eyes looked at her bare body, and she shivered. Her arms darted to cover her chest as a fierce blush returned to her face. Even though she knew she was alone, her eyes hurriedly inspected her surroundings. The room was empty except for her.

And once she calmed down, she felt the fatigue of all her exertions from since she dropped on this side of the fence hit her. She needed a moment. Makoto eyed the chair behind her desk, her usual seat, with trepidation. She swallowed but took a step forward all the same, pulling it out like she has done countless times before. She tried to act like everything was normal, like this was a normal day, like she was just in here for a Student Council meeting - she could see all the other members sitting in their usual places, looking to her for guidance as they usually did. Her illusion of normalcy shattered the moment her panty-clad butt touched the faux leather seat, and the fabric kissed the back of her thighs.

The scene in her imaginings changed. Her fellow Council members were still present and looking to her but not for her leadership or with the respect they normally did. Instead, she could see their shocked expressions, gaping at her, pointing at her and laughing, taking pictures of her. She could see her Vice President relishing her humiliation, preserving it on their own phone, no doubt planning to use it to make her relinquish her position as President... And how could she not after suffering a humiliation as bad as this.

Makoto shook herself out of her thoughts, leaned forward and rested her head in her arms on the table, ignoring the shivers that were sent down her spine when her bare chest connected with the wood. "Those kinds of thoughts aren't helpful," she mumbled to herself. Better to keep herself focused. "The lost and found is in the faculty office... which is on the second floor... maybe they'll have some clothes there... as for shoes," her eyes drift to her broken sandals. Lazily, she used one hand to push them off the table and into the waiting miniature trashcan below. "I can wear my indoor shoes home and just bring them back with me... Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." With that settled, Makoto slow rose to her feet and approached the door, firmly clutching her house key in her hand. Makoto felt another shiver trail down her spine, hearing the A.C. hum faintly. It felt like it was getting colder, but that didn't really make any sense. "I'm probably just imagining it," she told herself, sliding the door open and stepping out into the hall.